All Chapters of Alpha's Games of Lies & Lust : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tristan was in a foul mood. His eyes searched the hallways, the dining room at breakfast, and the morning training grounds, but not once did he see Zoriana. He usually took lunch in his study, but today he ate with the pack, hoping she might appear. The hall was filled with werewolves eating, chatting, and laughing, but Zoriana’s seat remained empty.“Don’t forget what day it is,” Fairuza reminded him cheekily, breaking his train of thought.“How could I forget your birthday? Especially when you’ve reminded me fifty times this week,” Tristan joked. He forced a small smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve planned a dinner for you tonight and found the perfect gift.”Fairuza pouted. “Are we celebrating in the pack house again?”“What? Don’t you like the pack anymore?” Roman teased.“I do... but for five years, I’ve been hiding. I only get to see the mall if I’m surrounded by a small army of bodyguards. I just want to go out... just once. To a club,” Fai

Zoriana saw the clear confusion in Tristan’s eyes and smiled knowingly. He had expected her to jump to her feet and hit him with a sharp remark. Instead, she didn’t move. She didn't flinch from the heavy, possessive weight of his hands on her hips.She leaned into his ear, her breath a warm, smouldering caress. “Maybe this is exactly the way I like it.”Tristan’s body stiffened, his muscles coiling like a predator's. He was trying to calculate what game she was playing, but his logic was failing him. He looked at her, those chocolate eyes shimmering with a dangerous mischief. The low neckline of her golden silk dress rose and fell with her heavy, erratic breaths, her full breasts straining against the fabric as if seeking his touch.Finally, Zoriana stood up, her gaze sweeping across the booth. She took in the birthday decorations and the half-eaten cake, her mind whirring even as her body hummed with a different kind of energy.“It's Fairuza’s bi

Roman raced toward Tristan, his eyes glowing a fierce, iridescent blue as his wolf surged toward the surface. “Why do you have my mate’s scent on you?” he growled possessively, his entire frame shaking with a lethal mix of jealousy and adrenaline. Tristan’s eyes flickered to the jacket, and a heavy realization hit him. He sighed deeply. He had to tell his best friend—the man who was like a brother to him—that his mate had been snatched away, and Goddess only knew what she was enduring at this very moment. “Roman... I assume your mate is Zoriana’s best friend. The Gamma of her pack, Aella.” Tristan spoke firmly, extending the jacket. Roman snatched it, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling her scent frantically. The intoxicating aroma of her soul seemed to soothe him for a fleeting second before the reality of the situation crashed back down. “Why do you have her jacket?” Roman asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. But before Tristan could answer, Fairuza’s earlier words

Zoriana left the rogue camp with a heavy heart, the cold night air biting at her skin.“Vampires? What could they possibly want with Aella?” she whispered to herself, thinking aloud.“Blood. Ransom,” Mounia muttered darkly. “Maybe it was Fabian’s order. We’re going to find out.”“Hopefully soon enough,” Zoriana whispered. She pulled out her phone and dialed Gael. He picked up on the first ring.“Is the party so boring that you already miss me?” he joked, his voice smooth and playful.“Aella was kidnapped. Bjorn said it was done by vampires. I need an official permit to search Fabian’s pack and a warrant to question him,” Zoriana said, each word sharp and cold as steel.“What? Love, hold on, not so fast. How do you even know Bjorn?”Zoriana’s forehead wrinkled in frustration. She had just told him her best friend was missing, and his only concern was why she had been talking to a rogue leader. She couldn't start a drama n

“Nothing,” Braydon announced, and Zoriana exhaled sharply. She hadn't truly expected Aella to be hidden on Fabian’s pack grounds, yet her heart had prayed for a miracle—that Fabian was arrogant enough to keep her nearby, yet foolish enough to be found. But after three hours of exhaustive searching, they had found nothing. The sun had been up for a long time, and Zoriana felt the crushing weight of the sleepless night. Exhaustion pulled at her, but it wasn't the time to rest. “Alpha, you look tired. Stay and rest in my pack,” Fabian offered, his voice dripping with forced sweetness. “Alpha Zoriana would be more comfortable in her former pack. Silver Moonlight will host her,” Ryder countered sternly. “The palace is open for my Royal Advisor, and we have the best resources available for a search party,” Gael added, raising his chin and placing a possessive hand on Zoriana’s shoulder. Clayton cut t